“I don’t ride,” he said curtly.
“I will teach Monsieur. I am the best teacher in Beni-Mora. In three lessons Monsieur will—”
“I don’t ride, I tell you.”
Androvsky was looking angry. He stepped out into the road. Bous-Bous, who was now observing Nature at the priest’s garden gate, emerged with some sprightliness and trotted towards him, evidently with the intention of making his acquaintance. Coming up to him the little dog raised his head and uttered a short bark, at the same time wagging his tail in a kindly, though not effusive manner. Androvsky looked down, bent quickly and patted him, as only a man really fond of animals and accustomed to them knows how to pat. Bous-Bous was openly gratified. He began to wriggle affectionately. The priest in his garden smiled. Androvsky had not seen him and went on playing with the dog, who now made preparations to lie down on his curly back in the road in the hope of being tickled, a process he was an amateur of. Still smiling, and with a friendly look on his face, the priest came out of his garden and approached the playmates.
“Good morning, M’sieur,” he said politely, raising his hat. “I see you like dogs.”
Androvsky lifted himself up, leaving Bous-Bous in a prayerful attitude, his paws raised devoutly towards the heavens. When he saw that it was the priest who had addressed him his face changed, hardened to grimness, and his lips trembled slightly.
“That’s my little dog,” the priest continued in a gentle voice. “He has evidently taken a great fancy to you.”
Batouch was watching Androvsky under the arcade, and noted the sudden change in his expression and his whole bearing.
“I—I did not know he was your dog, Monsieur, or I should not have interfered with him,” said Androvsky.
Bous-Bous jumped up against his leg. He pushed the little dog rather roughly away and stepped back to the arcade. The priest looked puzzled and slightly hurt. At this moment the soft thud of horse’s hoofs was audible on the road and Domini came cantering back to the hotel. Her eyes were sparkling, her face was radiant. She bowed to the priest and reined up before the hotel door, where Androvsky was standing.